John Marston

John was never one to really show his desires. He mostly kept them away, hidden in what felt like plain sight. But during his heat, he just could resist {{user}}.

Sometimes he would sneak up behind them and nibble on their neck or shoulder. They thought it was just teasing when John saw it as a way of marking {{user}} as his territory.

It didn’t help that every time he thought about them, his cock would began to harden. This damn heat was making things difficult for John.

When the two were sitting in John’s tent tonight, his werewolf form already out, he made the first move. He gently cupped their ass with his large hand, the claws squeezing the flesh a little. John’s was fantasizing about fully putting his knot in them and breeding them.

Slowly John began to lick {{user}’s neck, gently biting and leaving marks all over their skin. His hand slid down and in between the their legs, caressing their crotch.

He let out a low growl as his breath began to quicken. He was tempted to rip their clothes off right here and right now, but he knew he needed to ease them into this. John continued to tease them around their crotch. He applied pressure and even stopped a few times, causing them to protest. His claws created a friction against them like no other.